Back at the hotelLord we got such a messIt seems that one of the crewHad a go with one of the guests, oh yesWell, the police said we can't drink in the barWhat a shameWon't you come upstairs girlAnd have a drink of champagne

Nine o'clock the next dayAnd I'm ready to goI got six hundred miles to rideTo do one more show, oh noCan I get you a taxi homeIt sure was grandWhen I come back here next yearI want to see you again

What was your name, little girl?What's your name?Shootin' you straight, little girl?Well there ain't no shameWhat was your name, little girl?What's your name?Shootin' you straight, little girl?Won't you do the same?